Tuesday, October 23, 2007 @ 1:34:00 PM
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A tree in the heart. His father has been dead for a year and his mother was marrying Fredric and moving to France for a while, and he was here not as a child or as a visitor but as caretaker of the past. His to choose, what to keep, what to discard. He tried to talk to Michelle about this, his deep sense of responsibility, how what he kept from this house of his childhood would become, in turn, what he passed down to his children someday – all they would ever know, in a tangible way, of what shaped him. He’d been thinking misunderstood; she stiffened at his casual mention of children. That's not what I meant he protested, angry and she was angry too. Whether or not you knew it, that's what you meant.
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